Saturday, 24 March 2007


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There are two things I love to do. One is to go outside just before the sun goes down. The other is getting up really early before anyone else stirs. In the stillness of the new day many new things are waiting for us, to be discovered. At present one of these is discovering the delicate scent of flowers in the early morning. This is most noticeable as the doors to each room are opened. This morning was especially good. In the quietness, the scent of daffodils was so wonderful. In our rushing what else are we missing. No wonder the psalmist writes 'Be still - and know - that I am God'.

Saturday, 17 March 2007


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What once seemed the realm of the weird artist on drugs 'man!' has now become possible for most people with a computer. One of the special joys of digital photography is the ability to 'make a copy' and apply filters without losing the master image. Like most things, having something available doesn't guarantee a good result. But at least with this new form of photography nothing is lost ... just delete and try again. Some of the best filters (ways of altering images) are FREE. If you have a Photoshop product you can add 'PLUG INS'. Type 'plug-ins' into a search engine and sooner or later you will come up with the name Harold Heim. He seems to be the source of activating these wonderful bits of creativity. If you can - HAVE A GO! There are filters to soften, glow, tint, contort, replace colours, turn into complicated black and white, remove parts of an image better than with a sharp scalpel ....... and much more each month.

Tuesday, 6 March 2007


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Market Day in Drenewydd is great. Here you realise 'community' still exists. People from all around the area come into town both to shop and to meet. The meeting is probably as important as shopping in these days of supermarkets. On street corners at the same time each week groups of friends talk, often in very fast Welsh. Elderly farmers discuss the state of the weather, remember those who have died and pass on the latest gossip. Gossip is not always nasty but a way of keeping up to date. On one such morning I met over ten people I knew. Fast shopping is not for market day.
Many of the traders are from out of Wales. Accents mix with the trails of cold breath in the sunny street. The fruit and veg is so fresh you can smell the fields. The first treat of the market is the abundance of smells. In the past this would have been even greater as I'm sure mobile phones and electrical goods don't have much of a flavour. Still, thank goodness we still have cheese, fruit, vegetables, bread and coffee mixing with fresh fish and homemade lemonade ... whooa!. Thankfully beefburgers and the rancid smell of old fat is not on sale!

Sunday, 4 March 2007


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What a wonderful time we had - no rain - no wind - no cloud, and the moon in the best place for me to see it. This was a sky watchers dream. I was surprised to find that no one else seemed to be outside looking at this most wonderful heavenly display. One neighbour thought 'What's that guy doing with a camera at this time of night'. A few minutes later she was outside with a big pair of binoculars enjoying the show too.
The image above was taken just before the eclipse took hold.
Because it became too dark during the eclipse for a handheld camera I have created the effect using Photoshop & Picasa.

Friday, 2 March 2007


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I wonder what has passed us by today? What have we missed? What joy, sadness, need, or opportunity has walked past our closed eyes. Wouldn't it be amazing to see what we have seen, to hear what we have heard, to taste what we have tasted today. What smells have we ignored. What senses have become lazy through lack of use.
This bird doesn't miss a thing -- wise!

Thursday, 1 March 2007


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I spent time the other day with a wonderful elderly gentleman who said something that resonated with my own way of being. He said he had met a man from London who had moved to Wales to get out of the city and into the country. Every day the London-er would be seen jogging and running very seriously around Newtown. If he was not in his running shoes he was in his fast car.
One day he stopped to tie his laces more securely. The elderly friend stopped to talk, as people do around here and asked 'Where do you come from originally?'(a famous Welsh question).
When he met him again he said 'I've noticed' ... wait for it! 'I've noticed that you come to live in Wales to enjoy it, but never stop to look up at it. You run fast without stopping and just look at the road. Have you seen the daffodils, the primroses, the hedgerows, the hills and clouds?'
'You're right' said the runner.'


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